I would have jumped off the rooftop
A long time ago.
I would get lost and run away
I would stare at a stream all day
I would sing, no need to learn
Only if the heads around would not turn.
But no, that is not wanted
I should rather be in this invisible cage
I should rather act in this play
Responsibility, they say.
I still think of jumping sometimes.
Calm, quiet, silent, peace.
The stream? The beauty? The songs?
My rhymes? My art? My artists?
I stop, breathing again.
And at last, I am there
On my rooftop.
Only to look at the skies
With music on
Through the headphones
Covered in darkness, only to dance.